NaBloPoMo Nov. 22nd muche jawa dinguli amaare je pichhu daake,Ranu’s post,https://sabethville.wordpress.com

NaBloPoMo: Glorious Madness

NaBloPoMo: Glorious Madness (Photo credit: cizauskas)

The Day the Laughter Died

The Day the Laughter Died (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For NaBloPoMo: I am translating a Bengali Song.

Bygone days  are calling me.

The memories of my past are colored with

sadness and pleasure.

I remember when I fell in love,

All we thought was our paths

are united now.

We were in a different world,

We talked excessively,

We sang ,we laughed

Nothing bad could come between us.

Now it’s all in the past,

We no longer sing and laugh,

My heart is broken,

All the laughter and excessive

conversation has ended.

Where, at what moment, when

A star has fallen,

Can the sky remember?

Bygone days are calling me back,

the painful memories haunt me

and the pain is difficult to endure.

Translated by Ranu

DP Daily Prompt: A Bird,A Plane,You! Ranu’s post https://sabethville.wordpress.com

Dhaka city

Dhaka city (Photo credit: ulricjoh)

Official logo of Lahore

Official logo of Lahore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Super power,I’d like to choose is : The ability to speak and understand any language. It is my lifelong dream.It’d be awesome if suddenly I become someone who can speak and understand any language.

I’d enjoy so many things I’d travel anywhere in the world without worrying about understanding or speaking the native tongue. To have the power to speak and understand any native tongue,is plus for anyone. Think about it you visit a place like “Timbukto” start speaking like one of them, not only you’d feel proud of yourself,the inhabitants will greet you with open arms.No one would dare conspire against you because you’d know what they are saying. Their food habit will not be unknown to you,you will enjoy everything dished out to you. Come to think of it you might feel closer to heaven,the power of language is so important.

Then there is our neighbor Quebec they won’t give you an evil eye because of a language barrier. Bon jour,bon soir,merci ,je parle francais,will be at the tip of your tongue. The locals will be more than glad to entertain you. You’d feel you are at the top of the world.

People don’t really believe you can speak any language ,they’ll transport you to Lahore to see how you can cope,you look around and find a Lahori, to get his/her attention , you say,” itthey kon rahenda hai”?(who lives here?) wide eyed people look at you tongue tied,you make yourself comfortable, the inhabitants are taking you for a spy, you doze off for a minute and find yourself in Dhaka,while you’re trying to figure out where you are,someone taps your shoulder and says,”ki moshai apni kotha theke aashchhen”?(Mr. where are you coming from?”)

Being tossed around from one place to another,is beginning to make you grouchy,you are thinking I must say something,you give a disgusting look and say,” Kotha theke abaar amar barhi theke aashchi moshai.” (I am coming from home mister).

By now you’ve had enough of the tongues and the places,now you’d like to be back in your house and saying to yourself,”I am not sure I like all the experiment I went through,I am glad to be “HOME”!